One day my sister was at soccer practice, so I and the other kids who weren't allowed on the field, decided to come up up with our own game. The place was a big boring open field with nothing very much going on, except a huge mound of dirt, near the parking lot. So at first, we decided to play a very nice game of king of the hill. Nothing too violent, just shoving each other down into the dirt. Halfway through, one kid noticed that the dirt had tiny rocks, just perfect enough to cause a perfect bit of little pain. So then a rock fight broke out, which really wasn't that bad, at least not in my day. Problem was, nobody decided on any kind of rules, like how do you win, how do you lose, it was just complete chaos. The violence,was pretty much unavoidable. One kid then figured out how to win (and cause a serious injury); she lifted up a huge 8-10 pound rock. Bit too heavy to throw, but not too heavy, to bash me over the head with I can't really remember the rest, but I remember grabbing onto a chain-like fence and screaming AHHHHHHH!!! They ended up picking little bits of stone out of my head and stitched me back up. ( although, to be fair, she did win the rock fight) The sad thing was, they couldn't take the rest of the blood of my backpack; the bleach would have taken off all the colour. Poor bag.